The Ghost That Haunts Him
By: Deep Shadows
Disclaimer: I do not own Severus, J.K. Rowling does... Too bad, cause if i owned him...
Author's Notes: I wrote this in my Algebra II class in a bout of inspiration. I was hit with this scene like a bag of rocks... I hope you all like it...
He lay there in the shadows of his room, the moon casting a pale light through the parted curtains. The only sound was his own breathing as he closed his eyes. The creak of a floorboard in front of his bed stirred him from his light slumber and he opened his eyes quickly, reaching for his wand; but his hand faltered at the sight before him. She stood there, a nonexistent breeze blowing a strand of her ebony hair over her moonlit face. Her blue eyes called to him, a gentle laughter showing in their sapphire depths. Her white flowing gown swayed with the same nonexistent wind as her hair as a playful smile pulled over her rose-colored lips. She walked around the side of his bed, raising a knee up to kneel upon it. The bed depressed slightly, as if she weighed nothing. He lay there frozen, watching her every move with a curious smirk. She crawled over the large bed to his side, not saying a word as she sat down next to him. The breeze that moved her hair slowed to a gentle sway as she raised her knees up to her chest. She turned to look at him, a smile on her pale face as she spoke ever so softly.
"Severus..." Her lark-like voice called and he sat up, reaching to embrace her, to hold her once again in his arms. But it was not to be for as soon as his hand grazed where she had been; she disappeared in a whiff of smoke.
Severus sat up in his bed, his breathing rough and labored as he fought to calm himself from the dream. The room was as it had been when he had fallen asleep. Dark and shadowy, with a sliver of moonlight pouring into it. There was no one in the room but him, but he knew that he would always be haunted by the one he could not save. This night was not a night for dreams or sleeplessness, much was expected from him tomorrow. He rolled over to face his bedside table, where his wand lay in case a need arose. He opened the bottom drawer and pulled out a vial, his eyes lingering for a moment on the photograph in the drawer. A photograph of the woman he loved, of the ghost that wouldn't go away. He closed the door, drinking the Dreamless Sleep Draught quickly and setting the bottle on the tabletop. He lay in bed, closing his eyes as the potion worked it's magic swiftly. As he felt himself falling asleep, he heard the gentle laughter of Miranda echo through the room; sending him off to a sleep with no ghosts to haunt him with the truth.
This little drabble was the product of being bored... I was just sitting there and it smacked me upside the head and demanded to be written, Miranda was headmuse that day i guess... Please read and review, its not often that I drabble and i love reviews... they are almost better that candy, almost...
Toodles,
Deep Shadows